Jawad walked out from the house. No buildings, only two storied houses and small marketplaces which was at least, noisy. He felt the sprink of utmost enjoyment. Smile became his new word in his previously jaded time's dictionary, while in that new time, the smile there was always the beginning, as, his father used to describe him that Sohail was quite cheerful and also optimistic. Most of the time, Rahat constantly used to say that he was quite a resemblance to his uncle, which was quite true because of the vintage posters plus the interesting articles on each cases that were fascinated from the previous timeline-1999.

Between the streets, some were seen, wearing colorful shirts, tucked in with heavy trousers and the retro faces with vintage cars and different shoes. Except the fact that some very decent people were still under wearing a kurta- the long cloak and a long, Arab styled loin clothes with sandals. Co-incidentally, Jawad was one of 'those valuable people', as was wearing those outfits, mentioned. The roads were clean and had less traffic, on the contrary, in some places, the traffic had more but of a classy nature, where it seemed sugarcoated or less corrupted.

Internal dirt could be really new to his world because he only saw the high-middle class world but the world outside was far dangerous than what else it could have been. Now as Sohail, he had to live as a journalist due to the classiest, yet corrupted world that has ever faced. Some of the sellers were greeting 'hello' to him. It was the fisherman who actually became the regular seller to Sabeda's family in 1999 on where Jawad used to spin money on cream rolls and chocolates, as well as street foods of Bengals such as samosa, bhelpuri, fuchka, paratha and so on.

"Well, hello, Sohail, sonny boy!" greeted the fisherman.

"Hello, bro! What's new with you? Any fishes?" said Sohail.

"Yes, a dozen of Pomfrets, straight from Cox's Bazar" replied the fisherman by indirectly offering him the whole.

"How much? Kader Bro?" asked Sohail.

"1 dozen, nearly one fish 800 bucks, which means 96,000 bucks" said the humble fisherman.

"Ok, 9 fishes" said Jawad.

"9 fishes? I remember you being extremely calculative, at least, you supposed to get 4 at this moment" explained the fisherman.

"I think, it's for a special occassion" said Jawad.

"Yeah, your face says that. Welcome back from the land of the dead" said the fisherman who pointed at Jawad, or else, Sohail's scarred face.

Jawad searched the money on his pockets and what he found out was not expected- a half an amount of the money. That actually relieved his feelings.

"48,000 bucks, I think that's all I have. Take it, I will have six fishes" he said.

The shopkeeper was surprised of his attitude towards the spendings. Furthermore, Sohail took the fish to the house. When he tipped inside, he saw a thin and tall looking young lady, talking to aunt Haleema with a genuine smile-'sisterly like'. The round glasses, curly hair and the pale, fair face might make every man fall into her knees, on the contrary to, Jawad's because of a familiar substance that makes it more different, maybe a sister and a mom.

"Sabeda" he called.

Jawad's eyes were wide open with shock with mouth open, while the fishes were packed inside the polythene. Unfortunately, the underwear was seen as if a cacophony song, that made Sabeda and Haleema burst out laughing.

"Bro, where's your loin cloth? You even lost half your memory, even that loin cloth?" Sabeda burst out laughing.

Jawad, after seeing his mom smile for the first time after seventeen years. The last time she smiled was, when he was born and it was 1982, two years after his death was about to come. But little did he knew, that happiness won't last longer. On the contrary, he had an idea in store, that might change the course of the event. Jawad was also bursting out laughing at himself along with the two.

"Sabeda, you still have that beautiful face, as sweet as a roshogolla" smirked Sohail, or Jawad.

"Wait, why have you got so much fishes from the market?" asked Haleema.

"Just for a celebration! That I got healed a little quicker than expected" said Sohail.

"But, bro, you were calculative back then, but what's wrong with you now?" exclaimed Sabeda.

"Oh, boy! He just recovered from his memory and..." said Haleema.

"Didn't he quit his job?" asked Sabeda.

"No, he absolutely didn't. He just took a leave, right Sohail?" explained Haleema pointing at Sohail.

"Right" Sohail cleared his throat.

The fishes were fried so much that, each time, Sohail tasted, the relish on his tongue to the neck did made a delicious rage. Fried with bater, chillies, lemon, red chillies, turmeric and pepper. That even reminds himself of Jawad's childhood, where he and Abeda spent a lot of time on their hometown to have some of them. When he realized that he almost about to taste half of the fish, he quickly served the fish with the bowl, while the rest of the food had been cooked by Haleema and Sabeda.

After hours, lunch was served.

The hot curries were done, while Sabeda, Haleema and Delwar finished their shower. Everyone took the curries, while they have taken the fish at the end. For the first time they tasted the fish, the juicy flavor and the crispyness of the fish genuinely gave them some goosebumps on their tongues. After the first bite, all had taken each of the fishes, that made only few left.

All of them burped. Times passed, Sohail did not clean his room, just have taken some nap till the afternoon. When he woke up, he walked on the garden as well and the lake all around the house. Suddenly, he saw a stout, strict looking middle aged man walked inside the house. Except Sabeda, everyone was overjoyed to see that person. Only the heartwarming smile surprised Sabeda. His mustache was twisted, the hair was curly and the umbrella on his hand was stiff to look at.

"Well, my dear Sabeda, what a surprise? What's new with you?" asked the middle aged man.

"Uncle Haleem!" exclaimed the young and cheerful Sabeda.

Sabeda embraced uncle Haleem as the peace rose into its core of the heart. Uncle Haleem looked at Sohail as such that his usual sterness from the office life had gone by. Sohail actually walked into the house after the rounds of walking. Sohail was actually scared of his stern face that transformed himself cheerfully.

"Well, Mr. Journalist, pleasant to see me, aren't you?" asked Uncle Haleem in a delighfully awkward tone.

Sohail chuckled beautifully, that made Uncle Haleem even more overjoyed. The twisted mustaches became a delightful nature.

"Well, buddy, you had a lot of rough patches, and now, it's time for you to have some rest, but before that we will have some discussions to do" said Uncle Haleem.

After having their family dinner, Sohail went into his room. Therefore, Uncle Haleem entered the room, which an unpleasant face that concern Sohail, which might make him ready for the discussion. The ominous look on the face readily gave him the shiver on the cold. Danger would be quite ready for him, that might set into something of a greater achievement.

"Son, I got a call from Haleema about your partial memory loss. But you need to know something about your journalistic routes. Despite the fact that I work as a sweet seller, there are some news about you on which you don't know yet" hinted Uncle Haleem.

"Uncle Haleem, what exactly do you want to say?" asked Sohail.

"You were assigned to expose the druggies and suddenly, when they get to know about you, photographing them, they caught you and attacked you. Some parts of the druggies thought that you were dead. Until, your teammate found you alive, but wounded, you were taken to the hospital first. Until the doctors found out that, you would be in coma for four days, hence, they have taken you to us. Previously, you used to stay in a small, rented house and you sometimes come weekly here to have some joy at least" explained Uncle Haleem.

"But the room that has been considered my own?" asked Sohail.

"We loved you so much like our own because, as your parents passed away during the time of war and genocide, you two were in our hands. You are like my sons and daughter" said Uncle Haleem.

Sohail embraced the heart-warming father inside Uncle Haleem, on which himself as Jawad could not get it for so many years that he deserved to get into. That hug did make the huge impact on someone's life and mental peace. He felt that he was out of depression for a while. Love is a complex word for people to join in.